Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Saints,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.